Ne’er maddened more the reeling brain,
Or filled the heart so full, when quaffed,
With ecstacy akin to pain.
Then like a dream it passed away,
A fervid vision of the night,
Till some bright beauty’s potent sway
Awoke again the fierce delight.
Such might be passion’s wayward course
That flashes like the lightning’s gleam;
But ne’er was love, whose fountain-source